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Saturday, June 07, 2008 || 7:59 PM

It's a cold night.

It all started this morning when I woke up an hour and a half later than I should for training. Turns out that Jun Han SMSed me at 10.03pm and 12.04am yesterday night and this morning respectively whether to meet up first or not. Guess I was sleeping like a pig on both times.

Anyway, I wanted to get going straight away but the sky darkened and torrents of rain just started coming down. Held up for 1 whole hour before I could get out.

Training. Training. Training. I honestly don't know how long more my nonsensical score is going to stay the same, it just doesn't seem to push up any further even with all the different techniques the different coaches suggest to me. BAHH. Dammit, I will probably combine all of them next time and yield a result.

It was still cold when I got back. I probably didn't feel too optimistic.